seven times have I despised my soul
the first time when I saw her being meek that she might attain height
the second time when I saw her limping before the crippled
the third time when she was given to choose between the hard and the easy, and she chose
the easy
the fourth time when she committed a wrong, and comforted herself that others also commit
wrong
the fifth time when she forbore for weakness, and attributed her patience to strength
the sixth time when she despised the ugliness of a face, and knew not that it was one of
her own masks
and the seventh time when she sang a song of praise, and deemed it a virtue.